Page 86 of Casita Casanova
Tingles spread out over my skin from the place where his lips linger on my cheek. I swallow hard as Cas trails kisses down my cheek to my mouth. When his tongue slips out to trail over the seam of my lips, I pull in a quick breath. His lips move slowly over mine, tentative and teasing as he coaxes my mouth open, then dips his tongue inside. With long, gentle strokes, he massages my tongue. His hand tightens on my cheek, holding my head how he wants me, gaining better access to my mouth with each lash of his tongue.
He pulls back, searching my eyes. “Come ‘ere.”
I hesitate only briefly, my mind quick to remind me that this isn’t how I’m supposed to behave.
He’s too young.
You’re too old.
This is a public beach.
He tugs at my bottom lip with his thumb and sends a fresh rush of desire racing through my veins, so I push the tiny voice in my head away and climb onto his lap, his thighs firm beneath mine.
Cas reaches up and removes the clip from my hair, releasing the dark curls down around my shoulders. He slips his hands up into my hair, splaying his palms and digging his fingers against my scalp. I moan at the sensations he’s giving me with just that simple movement, then he tilts my head toward him and claims my mouth again, this time with harder, hungrier strokes.
He holds my head still as he punishes my mouth with his tongue, teasing and tasting me one second, then thoroughly lashing me the next, until I’m dizzy with lust and panting into his kiss. Then he guides his hands down to my hips and digs his fingers into my cheeks, pressing me down onto his growing erection. I gasp at the pressure between my legs, and he pulls me forward then tugs me back. I moan into his mouth and he does it again, grinding against me in rhythm with each tug of his hands.
Between my legs, the pressure builds, each push and pull of his strong hands pushing me closer to the edge. Everything about him turns me on. From his pale green eyes to his blinding smile. That cocky assurance in his gaze. The way he walks like he owns the world, commands attention in every room.
His thoughtfulness.
His humor.
Histouch.
I tilt my head back and his mouth finds my throat, licking and nipping at my skin, suckling my collar bone.
“Fuck, Maryn,” he murmurs against my throat. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
His words nearly undo me. I grip his head and find his mouth again, rocking hard against his thick cock as I kiss him with fevered need. He’s everything in this moment, and he’s mine.
At least for now.
His hands slide up beneath my dress, sliding over my skin and searing me with heat as he holds onto me with desperation.
“Maryn,” he growls against my mouth, “I need to be inside you.”
I whimper in response to the unbridled need in his voice.
He pushes me backwards so I’m leaning onto my hands, then tugs my dress up, exposing my bare breasts to the night sky. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me gasp and arch backwards, pressing against his mouth for more.
More.
The throbbing between my legs becomes close to unbearable.
His hands find my hair and pull me back to his mouth. I moan when our lips connect, then drive my hips forward to grind against his hard length. I need relief. I need release. I want him inside me too, but I don’t know if I’ll make it that long.
He’s so hard and firm beneath the thin fabric of his pants. His hips rock with mine, grinding me.
“Let go, Maryn,” Cas grunts. “I want to see you let go.” He grabs onto my bare hips and tightens his hands, jerking me back and forth over his cock. His eyes lock with mine, rapt as he pushes me toward release—
“Mom?”
My body goes rigid, then I snap out of it, heart racing as I propel myself backwards out of his lap. My pulse thunders loudly in my ears as I stand quickly, pulling my dress down and stepping away from the blanket, panting as I look up the stairs toward my backyard.
Where my daughter stands at the top of the steps, looking down at me.
It’s too dark to see the expression on her face.
